I have a fan back chair very similar to hers. It was my mom’s. She always referred to it as the morticia chair. She was big on Halloween and Adam’s family and stuff (married my dad on Halloween dressed as Frankenstein and the bride of Frankenstein)
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ButteryMonkey@piefed.socialto
linuxmemes@lemmy.world•Need help - how to install Virus on UbuntuEnglish
17·16 days agoWhat you mean you don’t enjoy the challenge of going through page after page of solutions, going “hmm, that doesn’t quite look right/make sense/sound familiar but I’ll try it any- oh, the dependencies are missing, well nvm on this option…”?
Oh is that who is behind the painting? I was wondering.
Rice and vermicelli is rice and pasta, and it’s wildly common, especially the cheap bagged side dish stuff.
So I guess I do.
ButteryMonkey@piefed.socialto
World News@lemmy.world•Trump's Nobel Prize desperation now a 'running joke' among diplomatsEnglish
4·17 days agoNah, one of his psycho followers with a tongue so far up his ass they can taste his boogers will create it for him, trying to suck up. Just like all the other absolutely insanely bizarre shit they’ve been saying/doing/trying for the last few months.
She should have used grape or green apple so he could actually see the change!
Or given him spots. I accidentally dripped henna on my white cat’s paw and that spot drove him nuts for weeks.
At this point, I’m more impressed that there’s always someone ready to share the relevant xkcd, than I am that there happens to be a relevant xkcd for everything.
ButteryMonkey@piefed.socialto
DeGoogle Yourself@lemmy.ml•How many ads do you think you (the average American) sees per day?English
3·18 days agoIf you take each medium in isolation, no you can’t reach those numbers.
But for a whole day across all the various ways advertisers have found to shove shit in our faces? I just think you might be under-estimating how many ads are out there, or maybe not considering all the things that count as ads, especially in meatspace, and how little most people actually do to avoid them, if they can even be avoided.
Like that 30 seconds for every 2 minutes of music is often while driving and seeing billboards and vehicle advertisements and stuff as well.
ButteryMonkey@piefed.socialto
DeGoogle Yourself@lemmy.ml•How many ads do you think you (the average American) sees per day?English
5·18 days agoBoy idk, with my pihole I can see all the places where ads are supposed to be on articles and stuff and there are a freakin ton of breaks and funky formatting.
That’s not including highlighted word ads, video ads at the top and sides of the screen (especially the ones that follow you) and sponsored results in every search (Google, Amazon, etc.). The top result bar of the main used search engine, Google, shows you an entire scrollable row of related product ads, followed by another block of ad links after. When you buy things online, there’s often a pop up about related products or things you might like before you check out, which is 6-12 more ads. That’s not including the multiple ads that may already be present on each product page.
I can’t comment on social media sites in depth, but there they likely have static ads in addition to volumes of sponsored posts, plus a solid chunk of the “content” is also advertising.
Does this include real life and not just the internet? Radio ads, gas pump ads, billboards, ticker messages and printing on vehicles are all ads as well. Oh, and all the clothing with logos.
I absolutely believe 4,000-10,000 for an average person without blockers who uses normal sites. Video ads probably make up a relatively small proportion but ads are -everywhere-.
3 looks like my grandmothers sugar spoon from one of those little jar and spoon sets
ButteryMonkey@piefed.socialto
Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world•I wonder what game they're trying to playEnglish
37·21 days agoYou missed out on the tomb raider demo disc that came with PlayStation magazine (probably issue 73 based on the fact I have it and I wasn’t subscribed very long while demo discs were a thing) Same era.
If you went for a swim in the pool, and swam into the side, you’d not only get a constant intense vibration, you’d also get to see her swimming motion, and I don’t think it had breath mechanics yet (or at least she wouldn’t die in the demo zone), so you could take your time. Win win.
There was also a vibration test in the menu if you just wanted no frills.
It’s the best way to ensure the resale market sucks, at least. As well as getting people to pay up for replacement parts/devices or upgrade sooner.
I have a perfectly good phone, babied all to hell, lives in a case and never comes out, the works.
Well it must have fallen at some point and caught the camera bump. The lenses are fine, thankfully, but it caused spider webbing of the back glass. I didn’t even know it happened until I saw cracks through my liquid case. Possibly months later.
Resale value now significantly lower for essentially no reason. Almost like they designed the whole thing to be as fragile as possible.
Me too, and it reinforces how much I’d not want to actually gamble… because no-stakes game gambling is often slanted in your favor, so if you play long enough you’ll probably hit big. It’s kinda fun.
I played one game (no clue what it was anymore) that had a “semi-realistic odds” setting with a big warning that while you’d still probably manage, you’d have to dig much further into your reserves to do so. And it wasn’t an easy win even with the setting off, it was fucking obnoxious because it was needed…
I went to a real casino a year or so ago, because it was a cheap hotel stay, and I got $10 free money for signing up and being a veteran (a demographic often plagued with gambling problems)… I played it and won $120 on the last pull, cashed out, and haven’t touched it since. It felt like a hook, because it was all done on tracking cards, and the casino industry is notoriously shady with behavior tracking and stuff, and it gave me the icks big time.


I’m the opposite. My witching hour is the hour after I wake up. Apparently I don’t fart in my sleep so I wake up inflated like a parade balloon. I greet the morning with my very own greatly protracted rendition of reveille.
It used to be a big problem for me, but my most recent partner was just like “just fart”, and then would giggle like a schoolboy every time I did, which took all the pressure off (literally and figuratively).